The tentacles continues rubbing her sensative lips and clit seductively...

On that of course you are right, I definitely gain immense joy knowing that I will be fucking you in every way imaginable into a state of bliss, until being filled is all you can imagine anymore, giving of each many orgasms... the true question is why do you deny that your body and mind cry out for the same pleasures? Why fight it, enjoy and experience what your body is capable of, you are not out her right now to experience star gazing, he chuckles.

The tentacle at her her sex begins to twirl like a drill, one direction then the other, slowly descending into her wet sex and pulling out, less than half an inch in, never even having the full head pop in, before pulling out the sensation of almost being penatrated sending chills through her body.

He grabs her by the wrists and pulls her arms free of being held over her head and places them behind her back elbows bent her wrists crossing, holding them in place jutting her ample chest out, while a tendril continues stimulating her wonderous breasts and nipples.

The opening of my pussy tried to clamp down on his teasing member each time it retreated, but I deluded myself to think I was pushing him away. I could hear the sound of wet flesh sealing and releasing, yet I ignore that it was my moisture, my aroused state that was evident.

“I get n-no pleasure from your attack Monster … mmn … or should I call you a Beast?” My words meant to taunt this intelligent creature. Even though I was in an almost upright position now, his massive frame hovered over me still. Maybe I should have been shivering and afraid of him, but I wasn’t. His size and strength only made me desire this more, secretly.

He was correct in his logic and I knew it down deep. My core craved to be filled by him, though his size along was daunting. The sight of his tentacles repulsed me, but the pleasure they delivered conflicted all reason. “I will never orgasm for you”, I blurted out as I fought back more moans. “If you were a man-n … nnmmn … that I loved ….” I bit my lip as he again began his toiling insertion, just to pull it out again. My train of thought, my argument, was instantly erased by his foreplay, returning me instead to my physical rebuttal.

Slimer uses her conversation as a distraction and raises his sliming tail directly over her head. The mouth fills with green slime and opens and a thick blob begins to decend towards her long hair, carrying with it chemicals delivered through her hair folicles to her brain causing muscle relaxation and sensation 4 times more powerful than normal. The green ooze slowly crawls lower a couple inches at a time.

What would concept of love change? Your mind makes you a slave to ideals that imprision it falsely in. That's why I'm here to free your mind and soul to do that what your body desires. Your aroused wetness prove the lies that come out of your mouth. While your body on the otherhand proves how badly you want release. Well that is the universal truth among humans, and once you realize that the pleasures you are fully capable of can be obtained... Slimer bends down and whsipers from behind her.

Two things happened on the word pleasure the tentacle is thrust into her wet passage six inches deep, sliding smoothly in from her moisture. The second was the slime finally reaches the crown of her head the blob is almost a full foot wide and begins to ooze down covering a couple inches a second...

His whispered words seeping into my mind as his some physical part of him enters the throbbing opening between my legs. The message behind his verbal persuasion was obvious, seductive in nature, and there was no way I could argue the point anymore as the slime coated my head and hair. My arms still bound made it impossible for my fingertips to feel what heavy substance this sly monster was encasing me with, “OH my God … what is that? What are you putting on me?”

Before he was even able to answer my questions laced with fear, my eyes began to feel heavy, and my muscles almost limp as I relaxed into him hold, like a warm embrace. It took more energy then I chose to use, to keep my eyes open and they slowly closed as I melted into his thrusts. I no longer worried about the visual aspects of my attacker, only that I was drowning in the pleasure he had forced upon me.

Slimer releases her arms as they slowly flop towards the ground and she falls into his muscled arms. He continues pouring the slime over her once silvery locks in the deep darkness. The ooze slowly creeps down her face and around her head matting her hair down as it goes. Its feels as if a thick bucket of honey in her hair but like a slick lubricant against her dark skin.

The tentacle in her lubricated sex began to slide its phallic head in and out, giving her the secret she made her foolish camping trip in the first place. Her wet sex slurps hungrily for his cock as the drugs begin heightening her senses as she closes her eyes and takes everything the tentacle can deliver as it begins pistoning in and out.
That my dear is my slime oozing over you, seems no more witty taunts are coming?

As her rape continued he taunts her again, Beg me for your every pleasant desire and those pleasures shall be yours...

His words explaining my sudden feelings of euphoria, trickled from my ears through my brain weaving pretty flowery strings of lace as it went. I floated into his comforting arms and instantly felt secure as if in the strong arms of a gentle lover, secure only in the shackles of my mind. His ooze draped more and more of me coating my flesh with warmth and imprisonment, but all I could think about was the appendage finally pushing itself in and out of me.

His questions pained me. There was still a part of Anairah deep inside me wanting to fight that which my actions were giving in to. It was no use fighting him now. The toxin was seeping into the pores of my face and more me, and I felt as though I were trapped in a dream I was consciously watching.

With a direct contradiction to my spoken rebuttals moments ago, I “begged” for what I desired, “make me … c-cum … and cum-m … c-u-m-m … “ ,my words trailed off to a whisper as my hips tipped into his assault, and my freed hands reached to mold my own breasts.

As Slimer finishes pouring the ooze over her long silvery hair in the darkness, the slime covers most of her chests as well. It acts as a lubricant as she caresses her breasts her nipples erect, like tiny mountain peaks. Her fingers trace delicately until the find the erect nipples. Slimer takes a free tentacles and dips it in some free slime and begins softly rubbing her sensitive cit, moving in slow circles. Meanwhile the thrusting and twirling pallic-head tipped tentacle, thrusts repeatedly into her clutching sex. Every sensation multiplied as she lies covered in the green slime.

Your wish is my command, but tell me what you need and it shall be fulfilled. Slimer says seductively towards his ensnared young victim, her body giving commands she was beyond the point of trying to fight. Maybe she could have, had she not been desiring the multiple releases, that she would soon experience, all day. Each thrusting movement bringing her closer and closer to peaking, as the sweet friction caused her heated nerve endings to send delicious pleasure to her brain.

My lust was driving controlling my tongue now, although my ears burned and my eyes closed tight as if hot wax had been poured on my innocence. Instead it was the green slime that continued to envelope me that was the real controller of this scene. Like ripping away the tough husks, he had managed to get to the sweet juicy kernels inside, ripe and dripping now.

“R-rub me … “, my headed pants interrupted my speech, but my pelvis pushed back against his touch as if to show him with my own movements what I craved. His words speaking to me as if he knew me, both comforted me and irritated me at the same time, but his gall aroused me further.

I always seemed to be attracted to the most egotistical boys in school the ones that behaved as thought they knew everything about me, yet just met me, and this monster before me was no different in his approach to psychological mind games.

Slimer was confident in the power of his chemicals, as they had tested out repeatedly. By now they would be creating a link between her amplified nerve endings, and screaming their pleasure directly into her brain. As she fondles her breasts with her weakening hands, Slimer kneels down behind her and lets her rest against his built chest. He takes her delicate hands in his own, wrapping his thick ripped arms arms around her and begins rubbing her lubricated chest. Molding her delicate hands over her lucious orbs, he moves them delicately as his crawled hands create a feeling of a comb going over bare skin, in contrast to her silken feel.

Slimer tentacles continue delivery unholy pleasure to her susceptable, nubile body. The tentacle strokes her button, slipping its phallic head up and down over her clit. The penetrating, one inch diameter member continues writhing and twist into her sex, every strike against her gspot, a jackhammer to the pleasure centers of her brain, her days pent up lust finally being addressed slowly.

Any rebuttals I may have had before are gone, now replaced with moans trembling with quivering senses as his pleasures take over all reason. But one lucid question haunted me. I had to know him, who he is, this creature forcing himself upon me. “T-tell … tell me, w-who you are… and-d w-why m-me?”, my words almost drunken, but still etched with a commanding tone.

The slime that draped my pores seemed to penetrate into my bloodstream, coursing stronger with every heartbeat, although I had no logical suggestion for my feelings of rapture. It was not even registering whether it was pleasure brought on by the touch of his hands or my own, or by the tentacles of a monster.

His limbs continuing to penetrate my core, and my breaths followed every thrust in rhythm. My panting breaths grew faster and faster as his intrusions became more persistent, and my climax grew near. “Ohh God …”, my words burst out as I grasped tight to my heavy breasts, and my muscles begin to tighten.

As slimer rubbed her core and magic button her breathing grew more intense as the pleasure washed over her being. Her question seemed one aimed at fulfilling curiosity rather than one of self pity, so he answers her truthfully. They call me Slimer for obvious reasons, and you know why you. You either have met some of the more... exotic residences of this island, or have heard the rumors from the other girls, meaning you came out here this night needing one thing. Whether it was an unconcious desire, or a much more deliberate want, you needed to be treated to a fucking more then probably ever before.

Seeing your sexy body I knew I had to be the one to give it to you. Your beauty made it necessary to take you in everyway, and explore your warm wet depths. Now climax for me and tell me what your body is screaming at you, what desires it craves, and it shall be yours tonight and any night you need... and with those words she is panting to the rythym of her penetration. Her knuckles white as she tenses building to release.

His words flowed out on a hypnotic voice as the vibration of each tone seemed to trickle across the hairs covering m flesh, torturing me inch by inch outwardly, as his inward barrage continued to crest my climax. My mouth was open, but no words or sounds escaped for a few second, it was if I had almost stopped breathing all together, and then the scene continued to play out with a guttural cry of ecstacy.

My body pushed into his at matching speed and intensity, and any on looker would not see this as the attack that it started out to be. But he was correct. I did come out here with just this intent in mind, and then changed my intentions once my own dark desires showed themselves to me. Now I’ve come full circle to aid in my own rape as if we had been lovers all along.

“F-fuck me … y-yes … yes”, I seemed to say to the heavens above, my face tipped towards the sky as my slime soaked hair dragged. I wasn’t in the frame of mind to give any type of specific instructions, and all I could feel at this point was ride of the euphoria pulsing through me. I was focused on present not past or future.

Slimer could feel her release as her juices flowed over the tentacle relentlessly bringing her to orgasm. Its cock tip slipped in and out rubbing her gspot alomost continuously as its paces became a blur. Not given much time to recover the tentacle resumes stroking her clit looking to draw out the first wonderful orgasm, while working her tight body up for a second.

His hands and fingers still intertwined with hers, tracing the soft skin of her protruding chest as her slime covered hair daggles backwards. We have a long way to go, and we shall see to your every pleasure. He stepped around her straddling her body, taking a hand into the back of her hair, he brings her head forward, until the head of his hardening member presses its tip against her sensual lips. He calmly wait to see her reaction. Should she do nothing too long he would wait for a gasp of pleasure and slip between her succulent lips.

Reaching the peak of my orgasm was destined and took only a few seconds more of the repeated frenzy of tantalizing touch. My muscles jerked and twitched as he pushed me passed the first of what might end up being multiple climaxes. My lips parted at the orchestrated moment, to gasp for air and yell out songs of euphoric bliss, but his phallus was primed and strategic blocking any free flow of air. My song echoed the night air slightly muffled, but it would be clear to Slimer that I was full of the pleasure he desired to give me.

His smooth meat slid between my open lips and the tip of my tongue grazed the tip of his masculinity. Tastes of foreign sweetness began to infiltrate my system from the untapped pores in my mouth, and the pent up bliss continued to pour out between my thighs to tangle with the moans escaping my vocal cords.

The heightened pleasure was not dissipating, and this monster seemed to be positioning himself for just another round as his hand gripped my head, hands tangled firmly in what should have been slippery hair. I was his at this moment in every way of his choosing, yet his claim was in my name, addressed to my own hidden desires. My fear was not really of what he would do to me, but of how deep my passions were buried, and how he would leave me.

Slimer groaned again as her tight sex clentched and relaxed repeatedly around the exploring tentacle. Her sweet juices served to show her arousal and peaked bliss as the first orgasm of many to come rocked through her delightful body. The hand on the back of her head intertwined her slick slime covered hair, which made keeping a firm hold a bit of a challenge, as her delightful mouth accepted the member and her warm wet tongue danced over the tip.

What a wonderful prize to find in need of release, strange her need to put herself in danger by sleeping under the star tonight, but he had to wait to inquire further as he had no intentions of pulling out of her succulant mouth until she coaxed his chemically laced seed from hard cock. She was simply delightful, and whatever her true reasons, whether prior abuse or simply a need for release he would help her work that out, the most pleasurable way possible.

The tentacle continued pistoning as her muffled moans vibrated past the cock violating her mouth. It seemed the relaxation chemicals had begun to wane as he slowly work in and out of her spunky mouth.